On the day of the party Beranhond stepped off the gangway and breathed a sigh of relief when he was back on dryland, even if it was only the pier. Once he reached the actual dryland he dropped to the ground.
"Thank you Narath..." He bowed his head for a moment before rising. Narath had been quiet lately, normally her voice was floating around him.
"I am still here... just busy... we will talk soon my prophet." She sounded very distracted. "Especially about Ceilith."
"Um...." he smiled weakly, but her presence was gone.
He found himself a middle-range inn, sent his new travel clothes off to the cleaners, and slept the rest of the day resting. When the party time drew near Beranhond bathed and shaved, and put on his dress robes. They felt odd compared to the tunic and lose pants he had worn at the citadel, but serviceable enough for such an outing. Plus, Narath encouraged him to look holy on at least on ocassion, and she felt would remind me people not to get too drunk. Beranhond had his doubts about that. He grabbed his sword which he had renamed Aesahaettr, and buckled it before leaving his inn room and heading toward the party.
Monday, January 4, 2010
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He also repaired the cloak of silencing while on the way back from Waterdeep.
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